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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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1
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1
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Burn
Pairing: RaditzxZarbon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 993
Warning: Yaoi, smut, use of tail for molestation
Note: No, I'm not sure why you'd have sex with someone in that condition either. XD;;
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection to the characters used in this non-profit fanfiction. All similar events to real life are purely coincidental
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Burn
Zarbon's body shudders with fever and the Saiyan laying over him growls in frustration. Recently Zarbon hasn't been standing as strongly as he usually does and his eyes keep glazing over as his focus becomes momentarily lost. The regeneration tanks will only take effect on physical injuries, so if Zarbon doesn't recover soon he will be killed.
He isn't supposed to be like this. Zarbon is an arrogant and proud being, who holds his chin up and flaunts his features. His mocking smile and snide comments infuriate Raditz, but not nearly as much as seeing him in such a weak state does.
Raditz is aware that Zarbon has been able to retain some strength. He can feel Zarbon's nails pierce through the skin on his arms as he clings to them tightly. It's the only thing Zarbon can do to know he is still in reality, because he can't see through the haze when he tries to open his eyes.
He purposely pushes his face into Zarbon's neck to avoid seeing him in such a weak state, which is beneficial for both of them. Zarbon's pride is just as high as that of the most arrogant Saiyan and, despite being cocooned in illness, he was still able to be very violent in his insistence that Raditz should leave.
There may well be some form of consequence to come from that after Zarbon's recovery but Raditz doesn't care. He pushes his face against Zarbon's neck to drag his teeth down the heated and sweating flesh; nipping it and licking at the small wounds he creates which will fade within the hour.
Underneath him, Zarbon's chest heaves as it takes much more strength than it ever should for him to gasp in the air around him which is too hot. He's panting, but that could be either due to the high fever or Raditz grinding his hips down. Being so close, Raditz can hear him bite down hard on his own bottom lip when a whine slips out from somewhere deep in his throat.
As he smirks against Zarbon's throat, and makes sure he feels such a gesture, Raditz unwinds his tail from around his waist and uses it to pull aside the sheet covering Zarbon's body. It is both useless and needed for Zarbon is burning alive one minute then deathly cold the next. It's pulled aside and Raditz's tail brushes over Zarbon's abdomen, then snakes down underneath his waistband.
The heavy panting heaving itself through Zarbon's chest and throat becomes more erratic and laced with growls. He digs his fingernails further into Raditz's arms with such force the Saiyan wonders for a moment if he will tear straight through the bone and muscles.
His tail brushes teasingly over the top of Zarbon's cock and then around over his hips. There Raditz is surprised to feel the other's legs spread and his hips lift and is sure he hears another urgent whine. Then such unusual pleasantries are forgotten as he pushes his tail inside. His eardrums practically sting as they are rattled by Zarbon's shout. Raditz feels Zarbon's hips jerk violently forward and knows he may find bruises on himself soon.
With the sensitivity which still remains within his tail, Raditz can feel the tight friction. It makes his spine curve, his teeth clench and his hips grind hard against Zarbon. But he can imagine how Zarbon's body must burn in a way which isn't connected with his fever at all as he continues to push and pulse his tail inside him. Raditz is aware of the pain which comes with a lack of any lubrication, but, with Zarbon in such a condition, enduring it may well heal some of his pride.
Whether it's endurance or just being stubborn, Zarbon's body starts to move; jolting and thrusting. Raditz can hear his breath being forced through gritted teeth as he keeps his face near Zarbon's neck and starts to bite a little harder, but still not enough to leave a mark which Frieza may spot later. It's an action which would have sparked long complaints but in his current position all Zarbon can do is snarl and Raditz smirks at the temporary advantages he has. Hang the impending consequences.
The advantages are short-lived, and Raditz knows that. So he takes in all he can during the limited time which is fast running out. He continues to lick and bite at Zarbon's neck. There is the tang of salt on his tongue as he continues to dip it against and into the film of sweat which keeps Zarbon's body covered. His hips roll and his tails still moves back and forth, to make Zarbon arch his back, jerk his body and growl through clenched teeth.
In such a sick condition, Zarbon can't last long. Raditz knows he's been pushed over the edge when he hears a horse cry and feels his fingernails dig painfully into his arm once again with such force the Saiyan can't help but hiss in severe discomfort.
Zarbon's body falls back onto his bed and Raditz takes a very quick moment to ensure his chest still rises and falls. It is. Then he removes his tail, which draws out a final hiss from Zarbon as he does.
He finally looks at Zarbon's face and sees his eyelids flickering. Then it seems he gives up his attempt at clear vision as Zarbon closes his eyes and releases his grip on Raditz's arms as well. The Saiyan's flesh near his wrists is lined with small bloody crescent moon shapes.
"I only need to rest for a little bit," Zarbon says, his voice hushed yet insistent. "I've been through worse."
Raditz says nothing and leaves, knowing Zarbon wishes to be left. At the back of his mind he is intent on finishing what he started within his own body, but Raditz's first thought is wondering if Zarbon will be lucky enough to wake up again.
END
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 993
Warning: Yaoi, smut, use of tail for molestation
Note: No, I'm not sure why you'd have sex with someone in that condition either. XD;;
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection to the characters used in this non-profit fanfiction. All similar events to real life are purely coincidental
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Burn
Zarbon's body shudders with fever and the Saiyan laying over him growls in frustration. Recently Zarbon hasn't been standing as strongly as he usually does and his eyes keep glazing over as his focus becomes momentarily lost. The regeneration tanks will only take effect on physical injuries, so if Zarbon doesn't recover soon he will be killed.
He isn't supposed to be like this. Zarbon is an arrogant and proud being, who holds his chin up and flaunts his features. His mocking smile and snide comments infuriate Raditz, but not nearly as much as seeing him in such a weak state does.
Raditz is aware that Zarbon has been able to retain some strength. He can feel Zarbon's nails pierce through the skin on his arms as he clings to them tightly. It's the only thing Zarbon can do to know he is still in reality, because he can't see through the haze when he tries to open his eyes.
He purposely pushes his face into Zarbon's neck to avoid seeing him in such a weak state, which is beneficial for both of them. Zarbon's pride is just as high as that of the most arrogant Saiyan and, despite being cocooned in illness, he was still able to be very violent in his insistence that Raditz should leave.
There may well be some form of consequence to come from that after Zarbon's recovery but Raditz doesn't care. He pushes his face against Zarbon's neck to drag his teeth down the heated and sweating flesh; nipping it and licking at the small wounds he creates which will fade within the hour.
Underneath him, Zarbon's chest heaves as it takes much more strength than it ever should for him to gasp in the air around him which is too hot. He's panting, but that could be either due to the high fever or Raditz grinding his hips down. Being so close, Raditz can hear him bite down hard on his own bottom lip when a whine slips out from somewhere deep in his throat.
As he smirks against Zarbon's throat, and makes sure he feels such a gesture, Raditz unwinds his tail from around his waist and uses it to pull aside the sheet covering Zarbon's body. It is both useless and needed for Zarbon is burning alive one minute then deathly cold the next. It's pulled aside and Raditz's tail brushes over Zarbon's abdomen, then snakes down underneath his waistband.
The heavy panting heaving itself through Zarbon's chest and throat becomes more erratic and laced with growls. He digs his fingernails further into Raditz's arms with such force the Saiyan wonders for a moment if he will tear straight through the bone and muscles.
His tail brushes teasingly over the top of Zarbon's cock and then around over his hips. There Raditz is surprised to feel the other's legs spread and his hips lift and is sure he hears another urgent whine. Then such unusual pleasantries are forgotten as he pushes his tail inside. His eardrums practically sting as they are rattled by Zarbon's shout. Raditz feels Zarbon's hips jerk violently forward and knows he may find bruises on himself soon.
With the sensitivity which still remains within his tail, Raditz can feel the tight friction. It makes his spine curve, his teeth clench and his hips grind hard against Zarbon. But he can imagine how Zarbon's body must burn in a way which isn't connected with his fever at all as he continues to push and pulse his tail inside him. Raditz is aware of the pain which comes with a lack of any lubrication, but, with Zarbon in such a condition, enduring it may well heal some of his pride.
Whether it's endurance or just being stubborn, Zarbon's body starts to move; jolting and thrusting. Raditz can hear his breath being forced through gritted teeth as he keeps his face near Zarbon's neck and starts to bite a little harder, but still not enough to leave a mark which Frieza may spot later. It's an action which would have sparked long complaints but in his current position all Zarbon can do is snarl and Raditz smirks at the temporary advantages he has. Hang the impending consequences.
The advantages are short-lived, and Raditz knows that. So he takes in all he can during the limited time which is fast running out. He continues to lick and bite at Zarbon's neck. There is the tang of salt on his tongue as he continues to dip it against and into the film of sweat which keeps Zarbon's body covered. His hips roll and his tails still moves back and forth, to make Zarbon arch his back, jerk his body and growl through clenched teeth.
In such a sick condition, Zarbon can't last long. Raditz knows he's been pushed over the edge when he hears a horse cry and feels his fingernails dig painfully into his arm once again with such force the Saiyan can't help but hiss in severe discomfort.
Zarbon's body falls back onto his bed and Raditz takes a very quick moment to ensure his chest still rises and falls. It is. Then he removes his tail, which draws out a final hiss from Zarbon as he does.
He finally looks at Zarbon's face and sees his eyelids flickering. Then it seems he gives up his attempt at clear vision as Zarbon closes his eyes and releases his grip on Raditz's arms as well. The Saiyan's flesh near his wrists is lined with small bloody crescent moon shapes.
"I only need to rest for a little bit," Zarbon says, his voice hushed yet insistent. "I've been through worse."
Raditz says nothing and leaves, knowing Zarbon wishes to be left. At the back of his mind he is intent on finishing what he started within his own body, but Raditz's first thought is wondering if Zarbon will be lucky enough to wake up again.
END